Dad left the tractor out all winter, but it still works fine.
Mow the pastor get back inside, by dinner time.
Blood under my fingernails
Flecks of rust, settle in my eyes.
I’ll spend all these summer nights
Digging holes in the yard
Looking for something I’m sure I’ve lost.
Cause I look at your hands.
Like the piles of tools in my father’s shed.
I look at your hands.
Like the piles of tools in my father’s shed.
I think you could fix me, with a look, if you wanted to.
I think you could fix me, if you wanted to.
Could you, fix my tongue it’s always moving in my mouth.
Would you, fill the gap in my teeth it’s always selling me out.
Would you bury me deep, let me thaw and refreeze.
Would you bury me deep, when i am soft start digging me out.
This is Alyssa's first solo album. It's really beautiful! She is a quiet storm. I often find myself coming back to this album and the stories in it. I also suggest her 2016 seasonal split series! Garrett Walters
I am always in awe of the way Frances's lyrics tumble forward so naturally. This album is so thoughtfully put together. Often very minimalist, but always feeling full & present. It's under my skin. Garrett Walters
A timeless album from one of the all time folk punk greats. I am so grateful for Pat the Bunny having blessed mine and so many other's with their music! This album will always be here for me. junehenryfan4lyfe
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023